Page 8 of Kept

I nodded, struggling against the pressure of his hand on my chin.

“On your feet.”

He stood up in one smooth motion and offered me a hand, which I took. My legs wobbled under me and steadied.

Rhett pushed me back against the table and slid the wine bottle aside. I obediently sat on the table, understanding what he was instructing me to do just from the touch of his hand on my hip.

He parted my legs and stepped between them, looking down at me. The blue shade of his eyes had always been absolutely crushing. Now, when he was doing things to me I’d only ever done in the dark, under the covers, I felt like he could look right through me and see everything I thought.

Instead of issuing another command, he leaned down and kissed me. It started off soft, careful… and then he nipped my lip and gripped my jaw in his hand, tilting my head up. I exhaled when Rhett forced my mouth open, his tongue gliding over my lips and between my teeth.

I couldn’t help myself. I kissed him back enthusiastically, completely willing to shed Plain Jane, the quiet mouse who only took off her clothes in the dark, as long as it Rhett undressing me.

His hands moved down the front of my shirt. The buttons seemed to just fall open under his fingers, but I knew that just because I was drunk on Rhett.

Rough skin glided over the softer skin of my stomach, moving upwards until he’d popped the clasp of my bra. Rhett’s hips pushed forward, and he peeled my shirt and bra back to expose most of me to him. I couldn’t bother to be embarrassed about what I looked like; my nipples were already hard, aching just from his gaze scorching me.

It made me inordinately happy that Rhett seemed to like what he saw- no, not just liked. His nostrils flared and his pupils dilated. He leaned back down, but instead of kissing my mouth, he found the delicate spot under my throat and worked his way down, teeth grazing dangerously close to biting.

When his lips closed around one of my nipples, he yanked my ass to the edge of the table. I tried to reach for his trousers, but he pushed my hand firmly back to the table and held it there for a moment, making his instructions clear.

I kept my palms flat against the warm wood, pleasure zinging through my nerves, straight from my breasts to my clit.

The clink of a buckle cut through the sounds of our breath, both rapid and heavy, the barely-hidden moans.

Silky, rigid heat slid across my wet center. My body reacted without meaning to; my back arched, pussy aching to feel him inside me, nipples throbbing from the gentle suction of his mouth.

He cupped one of my breasts, then slid his hand up to the center of my chest and pushed me back so I was lying on the table. Rhett’s gaze ran over me, and one of my favorite words came to mind:dishabille. He’d put me in this state.

I’d spent more than my fair share of time imagining what Rhett’s cock would be like. The thick length that ran over me again sent a delicious shiver down my spine. “Please be gentle.”

It’d been months since I’d last had sex. As much as I wanted this, I also wanted to be able to walk straight for my first day of classes tomorrow.

Rhett smiled, but there was nothing kind or humorous about it now. “I’ll be as gentle as you need, Jane.”

He rocked forward, sliding the entire length of his cock over my wetness, his thumb teasing my clit. I arched forward, wanting to feel him inside me no matter what I’d asked for.

Rhett drew back far enough to slide the head of his cock against me… then he pushed in, a slow, steady thrust, inch by inch, that took my breath away.

I felt myself stretching around him. The sensation rode the line between pain and pleasure, but I was already soaking wet, and Rhett bottomed out with another sexy groan.

My muscles contracted around him, my body already growing used to the feeling again, and damn did it feel amazing. But of course it did, because of who was inside me.

He lifted my ankles onto his shoulders so his hips and stomach were pressed against my ass and thighs… then pulled out and slammed back in, sending a shockwave through me. The kind that sizzled nerves and wiped out all conscious thought.

I gripped the edge of the table with white-knuckled fingers as Rhett pounded into me, arching his hips against me so he hit the perfect spot every time. Before this moment, making a really bad decision on school grounds in the library I worked in, I would’ve said it was impossible to come twice.

Rhett proved that wrong. He stroked my clit every time he pushed in, his head turned to kiss the inside of my ankle and calf. Nobody I’d ever slept with before had been like this. He went hard, shaking my body, but every move was calculated to feel good for me.

I was gasping for breath when his pounding thrusts became slick strokes that made my muscles tighten around him. He knew he had me when I shuddered, grinding myself against him, and pressed his thumb down on my clit firmly.

I exploded, disobeying his orders to clap my hand over my mouth, back arching right off the table. He drove into me, pinning me down while I screamed into my hand.

Rhett let out a shuddering breath, pushing into me while I was still clenched up. He fucked hard, without mercy for the quivers still running through me, until I felt his cock throb inside me. I clamped down tight, gasping when he groaned, luxuriating in the feel of him releasing himself in me.

He stood there for a long moment, his head resting against my leg. I slowly unclenched my fingers from the table, stretching as he gently unhooked my ankles from his shoulders and lowered them.

Rhett pulled me up and straight into a kiss. I didn’t have time to think before his hands were buried in my hair, pulling the shoulder-length locks out of the chignon I’d managed, thumbs stroking my cheekbones.

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